Luxuries, Schemes, and a Peculiar Constitution

Having confirmed Xia Yi’s status as a first-rank honored guest, the trio moved into the luxurious villa, which commanded a rent of 500 spirit stones per month.

“This is far too extravagant! I wouldn’t even dare to wear this warm snow fox fur, yet they’re using it as a rug!”

“And these multicolored plumed bird tail feathers, used for curtains? Ten feathers for one spirit stone! I wouldn’t even dream of buying them.”

“Mirrors crafted from Lustrous Silver Iron!”

No sooner had they stepped into the villa than Fei Miaoyun discovered a myriad of ‘luxuries’ she had only ever dreamed of, now appearing in seemingly worthless piles.

By nightfall, Xia Yi and Fei Miaoyun were once again thoroughly astonished by the illumination provided by countless luminous pearls.

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Only after their initial excitement had somewhat subsided did Pei Yunxiang finally speak.

“Yi’er, what are your plans moving forward?”

Pulling Xia Yi gently into her embrace, Pei Yunxiang whispered softly into his ear.

“Hmm, I plan to join the Azure Feather Immortal Sect after stopping Zhen Aoyu. What do you think, Master?”

Resting comfortably against Pei Yunxiang’s ample bosom, Xia Yi laid out his intentions.

“The Azure Feather Immortal Sect, you say? That would indeed be a good choice.”

“What Azure Feather Immortal Sect? What are you two talking about?”

Having had her fill of exploring, Fei Miaoyun noticed Pei Yunxiang and Xia Yi ‘scheming’ something behind her back and unceremoniously pounced on them.

She thus formed a ‘two-sided cheese sandwich’ with Pei Yunxiang!.

“I said we’re planning to join the Azure Feather Immortal Sect later.”

Xia Yi gently smoothed Fei Miaoyun’s disheveled dark hair, revealing her eyes, brimming with a spring-like vitality.

“But that’s the Azure Feather Immortal Sect, where a Nascent Soul Venerable presides, you know? Will they really accept us?”

Finding a comfortable position in Xia Yi’s arms, Fei Miaoyun voiced her concerns.

Truth be told, she had always harbored doubts about her own strength.

As a Foundation Establishment cultivator, she couldn’t even defeat a mere ninth-level Qi Condensation beast (referring to Zhen Aoyu). Then, after finally reaching Core Formation, she was pinned down and hammered by a senior sister of the same realm (referring to the True Dragon), forced to witness a ‘crime before one’s wife‘ (TL Note: A humorous, self-deprecating term referring to being humiliated or violated in front of one’s partner, often implying sexual humiliation, though here used metaphorically for a power display).

She even needed her husband to ‘plead’ on her behalf just to be able to cuddle with him again. This was simply too exciting… no, wait! Too humiliating!

“They will, Miaoyun, don’t you worry.”

Given the trio’s talents, joining the Azure Feather Immortal Sect would actually not be difficult.

Not to mention Xia Yi’s additional identity as a third-grade alchemist.

In truth, what worried him more was Zhen Aoyu, the protagonist.

The original story never specified when Zhen Aoyu and Bing Yingying would meet.

The only certainty was that it would happen before the Azure Feather Immortal Sect’s disciple recruitment.

Thus, ascertaining the Azure Feather Immortal Sect’s recruitment schedule became Xia Yi’s primary objective.

“What about Bing Yingying? Weren’t you specifically here for her?”

“Uh… Miaoyun, I…”

Meeting Fei Miaoyun’s ‘aggrieved’ gaze, Xia Yi found himself momentarily speechless.

“Hmph~ You scoundrel nephew-disciple. Since you’ve already sworn not to abandon me, I’ll let you have your way. Just remember to leave something substantial for me and Senior Sister when the time comes.”

Xia Yi: “………”

“Hehe, just kidding. Go take a bath quickly; Senior Sister and I have some private whispers to share. Shoo, shoo!”

Pushed out of the room by Fei Miaoyun for no apparent reason, Xia Yi glanced back at the tightly shut door.

With a helpless shrug, Xia Yi complied with Fei Miaoyun’s suggestion and went to bathe.

Inside the room, Fei Miaoyun buried her head into Pei Yunxiang’s ‘abundance,’ her voice muffled as she spoke:

“Senior Sister, is this truly not an illness—this excitement I feel when pushing my beloved towards other women?”

“Heh heh, Junior Sister. Didn’t I tell you that night? It’s not an illness; it’s due to your unique constitution.”

“But now, I even get excited just thinking about Xia Yi being intimate with other women. Is this… right?”

“Just tell me, has your dual cultivation speed with Yi’er increased or not?”

“^ ̳> ·̫ < ̳^Oh my~ Senior Sister, how did you know?”

“With all the commotion you two make, it would be difficult for me not to know.”

“Ehehe~ It really has sped up quite a bit.”

“There, you see? Moreover, Yi’er swore he wouldn’t abandon you. You won’t be disdained by your beloved, you can satisfy your ‘XP’ (TL Note: ‘Sexual preference’ or ‘kink’), and it even boosts your cultivation speed. What more could you be unsatisfied with?”

“That’s true.”

Recalling the Heavenly Dao Oath (TL Note: A powerful vow made to the ‘Dao of Heaven’ which, if broken, can result in severe karmic retribution or cultivation deviation) Xia Yi had unhesitatingly sworn that night, Fei Miaoyun felt a warmth spread through her heart.

Indeed, after that ‘crime before one’s wife’ incident, Fei Miaoyun had noticed something amiss with herself.

Through subsequent experimentation, she finally confirmed it.

She was, in fact, a pervert who enjoyed ‘group activities’.

Every time she witnessed Xia Yi and Pei Yunxiang being intimate, she would experience a peculiar thrill, and afterward, her dual cultivation with Xia Yi would accelerate by more than half.

Though Fei Miaoyun was initially reluctant to admit that her ‘XP’ (TL Note: ‘Sexual preference’ or ‘kink’) was ‘unconventional’.

It wasn’t until after her conversation with Pei Yunxiang that night that she truly confronted her ‘unusual’ nature.

Her only apprehension was whether Xia Yi would disdain and abandon her for being ‘too perverted’.

Hence, that night’s Heavenly Dao Oath.

Of course, upon seeing Xia Yi unhesitatingly swear the Heavenly Dao Oath, Fei Miaoyun realized just how important she truly was to him.

“So, Junior Sister, do you wish to make your cultivation even faster?”

Pei Yunxiang’s eyes gleamed with mischief as a brilliant idea sparked in her mind.

“!!! I… suppose so…”

The tightening grip betrayed Fei Miaoyun’s rising excitement.

“Excellent then, Junior Sister. I, your Senior Sister, have a plan. Would you like to participate?”

“What kind of plan?”

“It’s about………”

Fei Miaoyun: “!!!”

“Senior Sister, won’t this be a bit too perverse?”

“Perverse? I think it’s quite normal.”

From a dragon’s perspective, Pei Yunxiang’s plan was indeed normal.

After all, dragons possess a certain inherent nature.

The stronger a male dragon’s power, the more consorts it would have, as they believed this not only displayed their status and strength but also allowed them to proliferate their lineage.

After all, dragon fertility was ridiculously low, making a wide ‘net-casting’ approach indispensable.

“But even if we agree, what about the other girls later? Will they consent?”

“That will depend on us. What? Do you lack confidence? Don’t you want to experience a cultivation speed that surpasses even an Immortal Spirit Root (TL Note: A rare and superior talent for cultivation, far exceeding ordinary spiritual roots)?”

“………… Cough, cough, that’s just your Senior Sister’s speculation; it’s not actually true that the more people there are, the faster one cultivates.”

“Oh~ Is that so? Well, what if Bing Yingying could double your cultivation speed again? Then you’d have to join my plan, wouldn’t you?”

“If that were truly the case, what would it matter if I recognized you as the main wife?”

“Hehe, it’s a deal then.”

“Hmph, I, Fei Miaoyun, am a woman of my word; once spoken, a four-horse team cannot retrieve it!”

“Hmm, I’ll tentatively believe you.”

Just as Fei Miaoyun and Pei Yunxiang concluded their ‘agreement’.

Xia Yi pushed open the door and entered.

“Master, Miaoyun. What are you two chatting about?”

“Hmph! You scoundrel nephew-disciple.”

Catching the pillow Fei Miaoyun tossed at him, Xia Yi wore a bewildered expression.

‘Hadn’t they already agreed? How had he become a scoundrel again?’

“It’s nothing, Yi’er. I’m going to take a bath first.”

With those words, Pei Yunxiang unhurriedly rose and left the room.

“Senior Sister, wait for me!”

Seeing Pei Yunxiang depart, Fei Miaoyun swiftly followed suit.

Xia Yi, still utterly bewildered, shrugged indifferently, trusting both Fei Miaoyun and Pei Yunxiang implicitly.

‘He figured it was just women’s private whispers; after all, they wouldn’t betray him… would they?’